King Elk Forest Wintertide Jubilee, the first.

There was no objection as the King descended on the rock, looking back at her fellow wolves of the forest, and retreating even deeper into so. Her legs bounding like the wind was Célnes pace picked up, and a smile upon her face for the excitement that there was. Within the view she thought to be the white elk, but alas, it was yet another.

A strong male with 6 points to his antlers, a worthy feast to the many wolves, but the King couldn't hide the disappointment she did not cross the white one originally. There was a part of her that was reluctant to accept the factor how the color 'white,' was a heathens mark, her rebellious side toward the religion scorned as so. But like all, she could not shake the discomfort upon seeing too many of them in the forest, giving a shadow to what may happen to Célnes. She wondered when was the day, they would try to dethrone her like Rohesia.

Surely by now the rest had seen the mighty king in his forest.. And she motioned toward them all, to attack!